Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.